Back in my chat days someone sent me a clip from Anabolic’s Rough Sex series.

Can you say hooked? Enthralled?

I nearly immediately got both movies in their entirety.

Those movies have remained my stand by porn for years. Nearly a decade, by now.

In these days of ever more extreme porn I find myself bored. Bored with the fake extremity. Bored by girls who get off mostly on proving how raunchy they are, are focused more on the camera than what’s being done to them…

Bored.

But the Rough Sex series never fails to rev my engine right up.

It’s real. True, absolute brutality and degradation. Girls who ended up with bruises and black eyes after filming. Complaints from the talent that it was way more than they expected, nearly rape like.

I love it.

Eat it up.

Sit with my mouth half open, swallowing the saliva that pools in my mouth as my heart thumps a bit harder and my pussy twitches uncontrollably.

These films have exactly the elements I find arousing.

Daily D/s? Not so arousing.

Long, intense, in depth sessions? Necessary to me but more in an emotional way than physical.

The mind fuck? The long periods of deprivation? They have a purpose but they actually tend to, eventually, still my libido even as they work on my mind.

This shit? The shit in these films? Hot. Instantly arousing. The exact blend of pain, sex and degradation that turns my crank.

Incessant cracks to the behind, tits, thighs and faces. Choking. Hair pulling. Rough handling. Hot fucking.

And, always, the words. The talking. The verbal raping of a mind as the body is being used and tormented. The incessant stream of insults and confirmation of what she is and why she’s doing this and what that makes her and how fucking much she loves and needs it, the words that soon have her confirming it herself, screaming out what a filthy whore she is and begging for more.

God, I love these films. It’s truly a shame they never made more. (Seems too many people were bothered by the very real brutality of them. We want that rough stuff but it seems most want to know it’s not “real” – the same stuff that bores me is, I guess, a requirement for most audiences in order for them to feel okay with watching it all)

The weird thing is they actually make me sort of miss my “chat” days. Those days when it was all I had. When words on a screen or on the phone were what I had to be content with to get my dose of BDSM.

I think we forget, in real time, how powerful words can be.

We have actions, real pain, real physical fucking…

And the words…

And what they can so powerfully do to the mind and create in the body…

Lay forgotten.

*sigh*